The Eighteenth Sunset

College professor in a wheelchair x art-loving puppy-like guy

If I give you eighteen sunsets, will you be with me?

Li Jiansong stood somewhere Xu Yan could never reach from the very beginning. At the end of the halls of art stood one genius painter after another, and Li Jiansong was one of them.

Xu Yan tried with all his might to reach him, only to discover that he could never attain that height in his entire life.

But Li Jiansong bent down.

"Do you know what's at the end of art?"

"What?"

"Freedom."

Author's note: To be honest, this book also reflects my own confusion. I'm confused about how to get through college and where to go in life. So, strictly speaking, at least in my opinion, this story has value. It has value to me, at any rate. I want to write about more than just romance. I want to write about my thoughts, what I think, what I see, and what I feel. Maybe when I look back on this story after I graduate, I'll still think it has value, because it is my interpretation of what college means to me, written from the perspective of someone still in college.

Theme: At the end of art lies freedom